Inside the kitchen, the atmosphere grew hotter with each passing second.
Leon’s hands firmly gripped Selene’s soft, swollen breasts, kneading them expertly as thick streams of milk squirted into the wooden bowl below.
With every squeeze, Selene’s breath hitched. Her body trembled—her arousal heightened beyond reason.
The reason?
The moment Leon activated his skill, her body betrayed her completely. A deep, intoxicating heat spread through her, making her nipples throb under his teasing fingers.
And Leon wasn’t done yet.
His hardened cock pressed against her plump, round ass, grinding against her with slow, deliberate movements. Teasing her slowly.
Selene’s hands gripped the edge of the counter, her breath coming in soft, shaky pants.
Then, a whisper—smooth, deep, laced with dangerous seduction.
“Do you feel good?”
Leon’s voice sent shivers down her spine as he activated another skill.
‘You feel very, very horny from your brother’s touch. Send thoughts to Selene.’ Leon ordered in his mind.
The mental command slipped effortlessly into Selene’s mind.
[Thoughts have been sent successfully.]
Selene’s lips parted. A low, shaky moan escaped before she could stop it.
“Y-Yes…” she whispered, almost ashamed of how weak her voice sounded.
Her body burned with arousal but her head started to get light by the second.
‘Oh my god… why do I feel so horny all of a sudden? He is my step-brother… I can’t do this, I have a husband and- Oh my fucking god… how is he making my pussy release love juices just by massaging my boobs ?’
Selene’s thoughts spiraled. This was so wrong.
But—
Her ass-cheeks started moving on their own.
Her plump cheeks grinding against Leon’s cock, rubbing and pressing through the layers of fabric between them.
She wasn’t even thinking about it, yet her body acted on its own—desperate, needy.
‘No… if I don’t stop this now… I-I’ll end up having sex with him.’
Leon smirked as he felt her pushing back against him.
‘Heh… she’s in complete heat. Let’s see just how far I can push her.’
With one hand still kneading her breast, he slid his other hand down—slowly, teasingly.
Fingers ghosting over her stomach…
Sliding lower…
Right above her womb…
Selene’s breath hitched. It was as if her womb warned her pussy of what’s to come.
His fingers reached the fabric of her panties. A jolt of pleasure shot through her.
But just as Leon’s fingers brushed against her—
“Leon, if you have some clothes to wash, give them to me.”
Elaine’s voice shattered the tension like a cold bucket of water.
Selene’s entire body jolted.
Reality crashed back in.
Her heart raced as she practically fled from the kitchen, face completely red, her swollen breasts pressing tightly against the barely-laced bodice of her nightgown.
Leon licked his lips, watching her leave with amusement.
‘So close… but no worries. This is only the beginning.’
Outside, Elaine barely had time to react as Selene stormed past her and into another room, slamming the door shut.
“…Selene?” Elaine frowned in confusion. “What’s wrong with her?”
Leon walked out of the kitchen, holding the bowl of his sister’s milk in one hand, his expression perfectly neutral.
“I don’t know,” he said simply.
Before Elaine could question further, Leon casually lifted the bowl to his lips and took a sip.
Elaine blinked.
Her gaze flickered between him and the bowl.
“Do you have any clothes you want me to wash?” she asked, shaking her head.
“Yeah, I think I have some pants…” Leon trailed off as he turned to grab them. “I was wearing them last night, and they were fine, but when I woke up, I saw these weird white stains all over my—”
Before he could finish, Elaine snatched the pants from his hands.
“O-Okay! I’ll wash it!” she blurted out, her face slightly pink as she hurried toward the backdoor.
Leon smirked, watching her leave.
‘Heh… everything is going perfectly.’
The tension was there. The vulnerability.
They were both on edge, dangerously close to breaking.
Just a little more pressure…
He finished the rest of the milk in the bowl and placed it back in the kitchen, completely satisfied with how things were unfolding.
Then—
Knock. Knock.
A sharp, firm knock echoed through the house.
Leon raised an eyebrow.
‘Hmm?’
He walked to the front door and opened it.
Click.
The sight that greeted him was unexpected.
Two guards stood at his doorstep, clad in silver armor, their chests adorned with a royal red-blue crest.
Each carried a spear in hand and a sword at their waist.
Leon remained calm as one of the guards pulled out a white parchment and glanced at it.
“Are you Leon Luster?”
Leon’s smirk faded.
He met the man’s gaze with a neutral expression.
“Yes.”
The guard rolled up the parchment.
“We’re here to take you for the Class Awakening Ceremony.”
